On being a writer…

I was scrolling through some of the blogs I follow and this post stood out to me. There’s so much truth to this it’s almost overwhelming. As I write and have written over the past year I have learned so much about myself. So many things I’ve done or didn’t do, mistakes and choices I made make so much more sense now that I’ve actively been responding to the calls that come from within instructing me to write something–anything at all.

 

“An artist is always alone – if he is an artist.” – Henry Miller Writing is a lonely job, no doubt about it. And no matter how successful you might become, you’re still alone. It’s the inexorable truth of the writer’s condition: you sit at your desk, in an empty room or in the most […]

via A lonely job… — Cristian Mihai

What Lies Ahead in Spring-Summer 2017

So many ideas, so little time. I can’t even begin to predict how the next several months will go, but I have high hopes and several things I’d like to accomplish. For starters, my second book, Sunlight, Coffee & Roses (SC&R for short), has turned into something totally different from what I had initially thought it’d be. Instead of a collection of short stories, it is blossoming more into a novel. I went through a serious period of writer’s block, especially after I finished Reflection in the Music. Then again, I’m not sure I’d call it writer’s block. I was just tired. The experience of writing and self-publishing was more emotionally and mentally and physically draining than I had anticipated. Add to that my everyday responsibilities and I had to take a step back from working on my second book and even updating this blog as frequently—I never stopped writing, though. What’s funny is I’ve had ideas for all types of poems, short stories and other books, but couldn’t seem to sort out my thoughts for SC&R. I had a deadline that I set for myself to finish this book last November, but as it is April, I’ll just take my precious time and aim for mid-summer. That seems like an appropriate time for a title such as Sunlight.

I am continuing to update my book review blog, http://letarawritesbookreviews.wordpress.com with more book reviews. My goal with that is to do what I already enjoy doing, read books and talk/write about them, and also help some really awesome authors gain exposure. Be on the lookout for more reviews and great authors in the near future!

As a result of the most recent review I published, CoEd by James Fant, I was able to make a new author/blogger friend who was also kind enough to leave some feedback on my book. Check out what he had to say:

I enjoy reading stories about friendship as a friend is truly a precious commodity. The group Whodini recorded a song called Friends and the chorus sings, “How many of us have them?” If you are blessed to have a friend, just one true friend, then you are rich. But if you have two or more people that you can truly call friends, well you are in another tax bracket all together. You’ve struck oil, found gold. Reflections in the Music, a Novella by LeTara Moore, deals with friendship between three women. Will their treasure appreciate over time? Or will it depreciate under the immense pressures of life?

The novella introduces Pea, Sherri and Melissa and gives you a sense of their personalities as well as their interaction and growth, which is basically the crux of the story. I loved the way LeTara referenced music in her prose. I pulled up Minnie Riperton’s Inside Me as I read because Melissa was listening to it. Then the story led me to another Riperton tune: Baby This Love I Have and I realized two things – 1) Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest sampled Minnie Riperton heavily, and rightfully so because her music is dope and ahead of its time; and  2) LeTara Moore is a music head just like me! She teaches readers about the history behind Purple Rain, the movie and album. I never knew that Vanity was supposed to be the leading lady (although I’m glad things worked out like they did because Apollonia…good gracious! Apollonia!!!). The novella motivated me to learn more about R&B history.

I loved the friendship between Pea, Sherri, and Melissa. How they come together in times of need (even when that need isn’t explicitly expressed…no spoilers). I also loved the way that LeTara didn’t try to end things with a neat and pretty bow. We may not like to admit it, but sometimes things don’t end neat and pretty. They end how they need to end, I guess. Hopefully with people gaining strength and insight and learning from their mistakes.

I would’ve liked to see more dialogue in the story. There were long blocks of narration that I believe could’ve been relayed differently via the characters actually speaking to each other. Also, I wanted to see a deeper development of each character. However, this is a novella so perhaps the length constrained the space necessary for LeTara to dig deeper into why Sherri was so vain, why Melissa was such a prude, and why Pea would be reluctant to tell a special man in her life something vitally important. Maybe Ms. Moore will expand each story in subsequent novels. If so, I’d love to read each expansion.

https://jamesfantbooks.wordpress.com/2017/03/24/reflections-on-friendship-review-of-letara-moores-reflections-in-the-music/

As always, thank you so much for your continued support. The likes, shares and comments are greatly appreciated and give me so much encouragement to keep moving forward.

Miss Champion

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She relished in her perceived victory. She had him. They didn’t. It was a hard- fought battle, but she won. Now she had him—all of him.

© 2017 LeTara Moore All Rights Reserved

Champion

Bet on the Heart

She decided that she would wait a few days before picking up the phone again. He had already told her things that most would expect a woman to want to hear from a man. Did he really meant what he had said or was he just after “that thing”? For the third day in a row, her phone rang. She had won his words, but what about his everything else?

 

© 2017, LeTara Moore, All Rights Reserved

Parlay

Insecure

 

There’s always some foolishness involved somewhere. No matter how good you’ve tried to be or how well you’ve tried to straighten your priorities, there’s always something.

For instance, I took an entire year to focus on me and my life’s work. No relationships for me. The last one gave the impression that he cared, but he wandered about his life aimlessly and, well, I was trying to steady my aim. The one before him was only meant for fun, but then he started to become affectionate. Then I learned, unwillingly, that he was lying to me about things I had not asked about. Before him, I was interested and so was he, but he wanted to take ownership of me though he’d go weeks without returning my calls.

I’d had enough! I was still on strike until the day He walked in. A few weeks later he said he loved me. It would be all well and good if his female roommate didn’t exist. Hey, at least he told me about her, right? 

I love how intimate our time is together. The laughs, the closeness is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. However, there’s a huge cloud that looms and I simply cannot. Cannot what?

He’s shared some of that intimacy with her at some point, I know. Do they still share it? The arrangement is for financial purposes, I know, but I. Just. Can. Not.

Regardless of how often he says it, I. Can. Not.

I wish I could believe him, but I. Can. Not.

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© LeTara Moore, 2017

Doubt

Her Sacred Hideout

Her time was coming to a close once again. She placed her pen on the desk and closed her notebook. For a few precious moments and in a notebook page’s worth of carefully chosen words she released all of the cares of the previous weeks. The weight had been temporarily lifted until it was time for another ink fix. No matter how many times other humans expressed their love for her, nothing could top her sacred hideout in her notebook.

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© LeTara Moore, 2017

Hideout

Two Jobs

Opening her tired, heavy eyes, she took in the view of the ceiling. He told her that he loved her without any prompting. Did he really mean it? Maybe. All she knew was that her brain was in overdrive trying to figure out a more ideal scenario and her heart was unwilling to to be vulnerable to foolishness once more.

He asked to join her at her favorite hangout spot. The place was her home away from home. She knew his name, his passwords, date of birth and other vital information, all of it given freely. Perhaps extending an invitation wasn’t the worst thing she could do. She’d opened up more sensitive places already.

She glanced at the time. How much of it did she have to waste? She almost wished he would lie to her because as much as she desired the truth, it would be so much easier to drop him if he were a liar. Life was so much simpler when all she had to worry about was being tired from working all of the time. Now, her psyche was being put to work.

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© LeTara Moore, 2017

Overworked

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